Thursday, March 17, 2022

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

Syllable 
by syllable, the dead 
become our words.

And our words, 
in the right 
environment, might 

ferment 
into our wishes.

And after millennia 
of compounding 
and sweetening underground, 

some wishes are enriched
and condense into
pure insight.

Meanwhile, the living 
are wandering 
and starving—

oblivious to the nourishment
extractable 
from tragedy;

they'd rather live
on rancid fumes

from breathless 
tales of loaves 
and fishes.